That One Summer

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Ian's POV

She's something else.

I tried to figure her out at first. I'll admit that she's breathtakingly beautiful, but that's not what drew me to her. She was not like the other girls.

I was dumbfounded when she easily disregarded my existence on the first day in camp. Her reaction piqued my interest. During the whole orientation, I was watching her. When our eyes met. . . I couldn't explain what I felt.

I wanted to, I swear. I wanted to avert my eyes but they were stuck like glue. It was so frustrating! And when she spoke to me for the first time, I felt happy. She got flustered for some reason then started rambling. I couldn't help it, I laughed. She was just so cute.

When I found out that she became friends with Garet, this feeling of wanting to keep her for myself kept on tugging at me. It was weird and foreign.

I loved teasing her. Before, I couldn't care less about girls but I realized that her reactions and comebacks were something I have been looking forward to.

I still don't know what this alien feeling is and I plan to stick to her until I know what it is.

Kailah's POV

Breakfast was the same as before. Dylan and his theatrics. Same usual occupants on our table. And that chilling feeling of someone staring holes at my back.

I told Kim about the game and she agreed about the cheering thing without complains. I figured that much. Sweating hunks always were an inducement that could never disappoint for her. I laughed at her enthusiasm. We're actually in the process of finding clothes that 'could make guys drool to distract Garet and Ian's opponents'. Her words not mine.

"Here, you wear this and no buts!", she said as she threw the piece of cloth at me. I spread it open to check out what she chose.

"Where are my pants? I AM wearing pants with this, right? Nurps?", I asked disbelievingly. "Nope", she answered popping the 'p', still rummaging through her closet for her clothes. I panicked because! "KIM! I'm not wearing this! Where was this even bought? The kid's apparel?! No way am I wearing something so skimpy in public!", I protested.

Can you believe she wants me to wear . . . This! I held it in front of me. . It was made of light material, it was black with studs on the back . . . well, at least it had the decency of having one inch straps. I shuddered when I looked at how small it was. I'm guessing that it would reach just below my butt.

Nuh-uh! Nay! Iie! Non! No freakin' way!

"Stop complaining, Nurps. It's not like you haven't worn something skimpier. You're a gymnast, remember? You've practically worn your underwear in public.", she retorted with a Duh tone. "But that was differen-", I argued further but she cut me off, "No buts, alright? Now, go change", she ordered. "Kim! Please, I can't do this!"

We were walking towards the covered court and I could see that it was already crowded. When we were nearing, I wanted to run back to our room and change. The males were all looking at me like they haven't eaten for years and I was their food. But I couldn't because Kim was holding my arm. I glared at her. She just rolled her eyes and waved at someone staring. Well, she was wearing something skimpier. . it was a red dress that could pass up as a tube top and she looked hot. She was embracing the attention. I face palmed at that. Why was I stuck as her bestfriend again?

"They're starting, Purple. Let's go!", she announced as she dragged me towards the crowd. They parted like the red sea. Awesome! When I realized where she was going, I straightened my back and walked with grace. I'm not going to be pegged as weak here. "Yo, people! Cheering squad here!", I announced gaining the attention of the team where Garet and Ian was. "He-", Garet started, turning around but stopped short when he saw us. Everyone did. Weird boys. "Go team!", both Kim and I chirped chuckling at their state.

When I looked at Ian, I couldn't help but blush at how intense his stare was. I could see his hands were in fists and his knuckles were turning white. I scrunched my eyebrows. What's his problem?

*Whistle blowing*

We were startled by the whistle which signaled that the game was going to start. The teams then proceeded to the center of the court and shook their hands. Kim and I sat at the benches in front.

The game started with Ian owning the ball during the jumble. He passed it to Garet who was standing at the three-point line and WOOSH, it went in the basket smoothly. I whistled with my fingers which got the teams looking at our direction. I raised both my thumbs, grinning. "Keep it up, Garet! Go team!", I cheered.

Ian's POV

We were warming up when a beautiful voice announced its presence, "Yo people! Cheering squad here!", I turned around along with the team as Garet greeted back which he didn't finish. A goddess was in front of me. The other girl was pretty but my eyes were stuck. When I noticed the lustful stares the other boys were giving her, I clenched my fists trying to control my anger. I don't know where this possessiveness came from but it's become so strong that I couldn't calm down inside.

Her olive eyes met with mine and the most beautiful blush colored her cheeks. My anger subsided for a bit. She really is breathtakingly beautifu- My thoughts were cut short when I heard the whistle, signaling that the game will start now.

We got the first three points with Garet's shot earning him an appreciative whistle and remark from Kailah. Me, next. I thought as I stole the ball from the opponent who was looking dazed. Damn girl!

Kailah's POV

Ian earned the next points. He did a dunk, people! He was that good.

Since I'm not that rude that I'd only cheer for Garet and since they were a team. . . . I, again, did a high-pitched whistle. I don't know if it was just my imagination, but I swear I saw Ian smile. Dork. I chuckled at that. And let's not forget his crazy, squealing fans. I thought my ears would bleed! Ugh.

The game went on and Garet and Ian's team won. 126-60. Kim and I congratulated them and bid our goodbyes since I couldn't wait to get out of this dress that Kim seemed to have stolen from her 7 year old little sister.

I changed into a comfortable knee-length, flower-patterned, sun dress that had spaghetti straps. It was flowing not like the one earlier that fit my body like second skin. I paired it with flip flops and I tied my curls into a functional French braid. I go for comfort, people.

The rest of the morning went uneventful after the game. We ate lunch and talked about the game. And that damn stare was still ever so present. I should get used to it, really. It's getting old but I just can't seem to ignore it. Sigh.

It's fine. I'll only be here for a month anyway. Then there will be no more confusing feelings and those friggin' burning stares.

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Hahaha! I cut the game short! I really don't know how to write one in detail. Lol

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